Hello. I'm new at writing, and I suck. I'm here to improve. So (and I bet this is the first time you're hearing this) please be harsh.

I own everything. Right until seventy years after my death. No plagiarism.


I run.

Running. The hot sand scorching my bare feet. Drops of sea-water splashing in my face, mingling with my tears. My hair tousled by the wind that is blowing in my face.

I feel my feet pounding, my heartbeat mingling with the sound. Each step I take lasts an eternity. Sometimes, my feet are weightless and I feel like I am flying. At other times, they are like two lead logs, and every step is an effort.

Sweat covers my body, making my singlet and shorts cling to my skin. Every droplet is a like a diamond, glistening against my bare skin, catching the light of the midday sun, blinding me.

I do not know why I am running. I simply run,as I have being doing ever since I can I wonder why I am doing this, but the thought is pushed away by others, coming and going in a continuous circle. I don not know. I simply am. I do this because I cannot stop.

There is no end to the beach. It has been behind me forever, and it stretches in front of me, it is a circle. I do not know. I cannot look back. I cannot see what is in front me. I simply run.

I run, and do not question my purpose. I feel like a puppet. Sometimes I wonder why I, of all people, am doomed to run in this eternal cycle, this circle. I hate being trapped, with nowhere to go, no glimmer of light, nothing to help me along.

But what can I do? I am not powerful enough .I am not strong enough. I am weak willed. I am simply me.

But wait? What is that? I see a dark shape somewhere on the horizon. Slowly, it gets lighter and lighter, nearer and nearer. How or why I do not know. I cannot see what this is. It is in front of me and still I must run.

I run through it. Through it into a strange world. Stars wheel around me. I am Nowhere, trapped in a mesh of colours which I cannot comprehend. They flash before my eyes, and it is not my job to question why I simply look.

I rub my eyes. I am back on the beach, running. Trapped in the task, Nowhere and yet Somewhere.

I begin to question why I am running. I wonder. I think. I explore. Slowly, I am breaking the barriers of my ceaseless will be a slow and difficult task, as I labour upstream against the current, but I will go on. I have the ability to think, and I can do this. Most importantly, I have hope.

There is always hope.


Author notes

Ok. That was random, weird, and brought on by too many serious religious thoughts(I'm Buddhist).


Posted on the 28th of May 2012 on (view my profile for the link)